“This is what you shall do: love the earth and sun, and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence towards the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men; go freely with the powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and mothers, of families: read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life: re-examine all you have been told at school or church, or in any books, and dismiss whatever insults your soul.”
If you can't practice these principles in all your affairs, you have too many affairs.
You can't keep what you won't give away
Justifying by saying "yeah, but" is simply a way to avoid the simplicity of direction or action.
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Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
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Let Go...Or Be Dragged
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Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm seeking serenity, not control.
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Intelligence is better than pride.
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Fall down 7 times and stand up 8
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The only way through the pain...... is through it
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I hear what you say, but I believe what you do
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No is a complete sentence!
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I teach people how to treat me through my right actions
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When something bad or very difficult happens in my life, there is always something to be grateful for.
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What someone else thinks of me is none of my business.
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There is no where you can go where God is not
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My first job is to know myself, which takes immense courage and humility.
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For the most part, all our trials and disturbances come from our not understanding ourselves.
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“There’s Room In Our Soul”
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You Are the Dreamer and the Dream
Come Join the EVER and FLOW IN THIS STREAM
There’s Room In Our Soul
As as we just LET GO
MIND, BODY, SPIRT
Is the Place To be
Combine them together to complete the thee
FLOWING HORIZONS we can ever spend
Eye’s 5 º from center to join the bridge of “send”
ALONESS to combine LAYERS brings AL ONE NESS
Then in that Moment of AT-ONE-MENT this is one to bless
There are many levels of LOVE to SEE … One must say
Narcisstic, Romantic, Philio and Agape
So … Clusters of Crimes weave thru this nest of doves
So we re-discover
this is WHY WE LOVE
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MIND: ~
BODY: ≈
SPIRIT:
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Never forget to love...and love unconditionally
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When you're laggin' behind an' losin' your pace
In the slow-motion crawl or life's busy race
No matter whatcha doin' if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of your cup
If the wind got you sideways it's one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slippin' and the feelin' is gone
And your train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but you're lazy to fetch it
And your sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know that it's wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from your pony are slippin'
And your rope is a-slidin' 'cause your hands are a-drippin'
And your sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And your sky cries water and your drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashin' and the thunder's a-crashin'
The windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops are shakin'
And your whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
And your minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
An' to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born?" And you start gettin' chills and you're jumpin' from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And you're knee-deep in dark water with your hands in the air
And the whole world's watchin' with a window peek stare
And your good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flyin'
And your heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
And your jackhammer falls from your hands to your feet
But you need it badly an' it lays on the street
And your bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And you think your ears mighta been hurt
Your eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterday's rush
When you were faked out an' fooled while facin' a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three queens
It's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine
And there's something on your mind that you wanna be sayin'
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on your tongue, sealed in your head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And you're scared to your soul you just might forget it
And your eyes get swimmy from the tears in your head
An' your pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and you're starin' at his teeth
And his jaws start closin' with you underneath
And you're flat on your belly with your hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
You say to yourself just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hangin'
On this pathway I'm strollin', this space I'm taking
And this air I'm inhaling?
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailing
On this mandolin I'm strumming, in the song I'm singing,
In the tune I'm humming, in the words that I'm thinking
In the words I'm writing
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinking
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking?
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make your heart pound
But then again you know when they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
'Cause sometimes you hear 'em when the night time come creeping
And you fear they might catch you sleeping
And you jump from your bed, from the last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of your thinkin'
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that's somethin' special you're needin'
And you know there's no drug that'll do for the healing
And no liquor in the land to stop your brain from bleeding You need somethin' special
You need somethin' special, all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows your troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rolling long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that you're standing, that space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many times you might get kicked
You need something special, all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word
That maybe you said, maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And your trouble is you know it too good
'Cause you look an' you start gettin' the chills
'Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dim-lit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Rantin' and ravin' and takin' your money
And you thinks it's funny
No, you can't find it neither in no night club, no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell
No matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on your ticket stub
No, it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in a cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse
And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hairdo or cotton candy clothes
Ain't in the dime store dummies an' bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knocking and tapping in Christmas wrapping
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute, look at my skin,
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow,
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry,
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No, you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made of paper maché
And inside of the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn you in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind your back, my friend,
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all the rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're fooling you
The ones that jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of rnoney and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down your hat
Saying, "Christ, do I gotta be like that?
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty, that stuff ain't real": No, but that ain't your game, it ain't your race
You can't hear your name, you can't see your face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that you're seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you go to Brooklyn State Hospital You find God in the church of your choice
You find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In Grand Canyon
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Something to think about......
And why are we so afraid to connect with other humans? We live in prison cells, avoiding the living breathing brethren with whom we share this planet. No one greets one another on the streets here because they've forgotten how to care; they've forgotten how to conversant beyond selling themselves to producers for potential gigs. WE ARE ONE!!!! WAKE UP!!! Look into your brother's eyes!! You may keep you head up, slightly cocked to the side, yours eyes looking away at a convenient angle and you may try to give the impression of being so confident in your own importance that you can't bother to say hello. But I know and you know. . . you're scared. You're afraid to be vulnerable. You're afraid to be human. And so you keep walking little android and know that you are loved in whatever state your understanding is in. And you go ahead and look away from the person next to you. You go ahead a blind yourself to the ones in need around you. You're in need but no one reaches out. They’re scared too. Afraid to be human. Afraid to need. Afraid to want. Afraid to feel. Afraid to be. And when this world comes crashing down in flames all around you, when we have started killing each other for fun and eating each other's young, know that it was your fear that ignited those destructive flames. Sleep well my fellow prisoners and perchance tomorrow we may be strong enough to break free. Liberate ex infernis. Lux, pax et veritas. And I will fearlessly love my brethren and the breath that together we all draw.
The half-wise, recognizing the comparative unreality of the Universe, imagine that they may defy its Laws– such are vain and presumptuous fools, and they are broken against the rocks and torn asunder by the elements by reason of their folly. The truly wise, knowing the nature of the Universe, use Law against laws; the higher against the lower; and by the Art of Alchemy transmute that which is undesirable into that which is worthy, and thus triumph. Mastery consists not in abnormal dreams, visions and fantastic imaginings or living, but in using the higher forces against the lower–escaping the pains of the lower planes by vibrating on the higher. Transmutation, not presumptuous denial, is the weapon of the Master.”–
The Kybalion.
-I may not always feel that I know exactly who I am. I may not always be the vision of the man I dreamt I would become. I may not always be the man you want me to be and I may not always be the man you need me to be and sometimes I feel lost and that's perfectly ok because it's the beauty of finding me.
Cleansing-electric-healing-circle
circle or "NaNº Code"
-PLAY LOUD-
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So noticing that this “Y-TIME,” divergence time, in Life is critical. Critical for the traveller to notice. Once noticed, the individual can then call this an “INTERVENTION POINT,” then, choose to not split off, and thereby own this Intervention Point where the individual simply walks down the middle path between the diverging trinity plane … And walk the middle line between the two separating streams of this “play”. In doing so, the Captain becomes his own rudder of exploration, noticing the operation of both worlds … Seeing how they are changing along what directions. They can become a witness of diverging currents.
"Intervention Point"
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“GRUNGE” IS THE ROOT of the STREAM
If one has negative crunge, then get that program out of your head.
81 degree [33 + 48] span on electrical guitar vibe..
You face the sound
You allow a big cleaning screen to pass through the rhythmic programs of salutation and hypnogenesis.
that has permeated and formulated the avenues , streams or currents in your flowing mind structure, which defines your personality.
Cleanse your aka body
Your emotional body
Your cell
Lead Guitar to “loosen all the cluttered stuff” one needs to work through again to definitely clear out any blocks.
ELECTRICAL LIGHT VECTOR TRUE NORTH
FEEL THE POWER
Vector of LIGHT Flow through U
LIGHT POWER
Then choice point?
What time are you going into, or do we wish to work towards a common time of No-Time. Then take the trail North, young person. Make a new PATH!
NOW ... A Straight road, down the center to your main gate.
Nothing stands in your way.
Cause U R the Weigh… No That black hole in Space.
Mentally enter that black hole to get to the sun on the next plane of existence, or next dimension.
Become that Sun
Become the MIND of the Sun
Center of the Black Hole weighs a billion tons!
Leave the weigh to go the WAY
Always head for the light.
Seek that LIGHT
The trail divides. You keep walking straight, forming a new path.
There are sharp corners on this path as one starts out.
We’ve done that roll with the wave. At times however one should cleanse thy self.
I’m HEADING NORTH … TRUE NORTH
------- We had walked for many a mile through the ice-land of the Canadian winter North to the Territories, where we meet an old wise shaman on the Northern cap of this planet.
Then while visiting down south, I ran into an old prospector by the side of the “Peace River.” He showed me how to pan. "Pan the crap out of the sediment to reveal the golden flakes left in the bottom plate ... of collecting the smallest, most refined gold flakes, that were left to help alchemize yourself," he smiled with that knowing smile." He had a 3 level gold panning bowl, where each level also had a electric, magnetized etheric aura around them that allowed only correctly-polarized pure, golden samples to remain. It had an energized field about it that one could sometimes hear in the piles of agglomerated conglomerates of the top plate. Each pan had a bottom made of holes that decreased in size (size of space) as the plates were lowered … Holes that increased in size as one moved up the plates. Plate 1, the highest plate was the collection for coarse, not- understood material because it was too-large-chunks of misunderstood thought, that could not fall through the sieve or aggragate-size of the middle , more conscious plate of our conscious awareness. The chunks that remained on the upper plate were too big and clumsy to be understood. They in fact, wore their minds down in the process of trying to retain it’s awkwardness as one tried to take these big clumbersome chunks down to a smaller more refined particle, as left in the bottom tray.
The OLD PROSPECTOR said
“First… PHASE 1:” Feel the mental thoughts try to vibrate all the coarse “junk-MIND- AGLOMERATION-stuff” to the bottom of the sieve pan, where their is PURE Alchemic Gold. The finer denser gold fits through the holes in the net (plate). Ya, were mining for gold. The golden bowl has 3 different levels. The uppermost sieve collects the coarsest material… the really coarse blocks in your mental state and the finer thoughts fall through the holes into the bottommost layer of whatever emotional, physical and spiritual level of purity of
MIND, BODY, SOUL that U wish to partake in.
It cuts, or is more aggressive with getting the blocks out of you. The agitated sound of the rough electric static, in the background is simply there to disrobe all unwanted and misunderstood theories of attraction of useless , heavy, unfit theory for the creative mind. It allows all past-blocking-beliefs that an individual has to be LET GO OF The guitar is a SWORD OF LOVE that cuts through all this negative sided-crappola. This
"PASSING of AGGLOMERATED SHIT”
So the prospector anchored towards me coming to an attentive STOP right in front of me face. He placed his two palms together and ovalled them off one another in oppisite directions, blowing the "Breath Of Life" into them as He stated 'Bless You" ... You've Passed the Agglomerated Shit Stage (PtASS)
Once cleared out, when one allows the celestial filling of your structure. The Aka energy mould of yourself passes its mana loa energy down to your body to be lifted to the pure tones of the Tibetan Bells & bowels.
PURE SOUND (next song – PHASE 2)
“Second… PHASE 2:” Song to calm U …. An angelic bell sound. Simply layers of pure tone. Need to bring that purity and softness in to help finalize the cleansing.
Ask Andras :0) – But be carefull – She has a black night RAVEN.
She even rides the cutting –guitar-sickle-sword of this song.
SHE DUNNO PUT ∆ with petrified pellets
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Desiderium dierum
Desiderium- an ardent longing, as for something lost.
Dierum – master of the party. Ever ! receives the master of the Party…. After Ya get Clean’d out.
Yes the angelic, travellere code.
Get your masculine-feminine to gththar, NaNº
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